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[ Haymitch hasn't posted to the network once in all his time here. He's answered other people on rare occasion, but overall he hasn't trusted the thing.

He's been mulling things over lately, though, and he's come up questioning even himself and his own perceptions of Wonderland and what it is. After all this time, he's got to do or say something.

Any of you ever heard of Panem? The Hunger Games? Have you heard of Haymitch Abernathy at all?

[ Oh and he's visibly drunk, swaying just a little as he speaks. ]

(OOC: Fourth-walling is welcome at this point, if you feel so inclined.)


Sep. 8th, 2014 10:59 pm
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[If she could have, Hazel would avoid video.  But the question had been nagging her ever since she woke up again.  After...dying.  Again.  Only this time, it had been different.  Her spirit hadn't gone to the Judgement Pavilion.  Nor had she been sent back to the Fields of Asphodel.  She's simply...remained.  Incorporeal, but very much aware of what was going around her.]

[It was strange.  Even by her standards.]

People told me that we could...come back.  [The most delicate way of coming out and saying oh by the way I kind of died.]  But I still don't understand how it happened.


Sep. 8th, 2014 03:13 pm
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 A companion of mine made me think of a strange little question...

There are many different types of people here. Humans, mostly, but we can call agree there are things definitely not human here too. Yet...

[During this time, Saki has been in her room. The device is propped up on a desk, as she is trying on make-up. She's never really been one for it, save for fingernail painting, but now she's curious. Today, she's seeing how black lipstick goes on her. After the 'yet', she rubs her lips together, and makes a little 'pop' sound.]

... What, I wonder, is the line we cross at, to decide what makes someone not human? Is a human a completely normal person? Or can someone have abilities beyond, and yet still be considered human?

Food for thought, for any hungry brains out there.
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[She's always excelled at keeping to herself, not letting anyone in. It's been how many months since she arrived here? And still, she can count the number of people she actually trusts on one hand. Finnick and Haymitch. Anyone else? Anyone else, she's still excels at keeping at arms length. It's better that way, she tells herself. Better for them, better for her. She's not someone worth befriending.

Because, in the end, she still can't break the feeling that all she does is get those she cares for hurt. For once in her life, she's doing her best not to be selfish. She doesn't need friends to survive this place. With Haymitch's stores, her ability with a bow, and Finnick's with a trident, they'll have all the food needed. They'll be able to protect each other when the game played here finally comes to a head. She has her allies. She doesn't need any other.

But it is a lonely life. And coming down from the high of actually being able to hunt large game the past few days, the loneliness only seems more amplified.

It's why she actually sits on the front steps of the mansion, staring at the phone device in her hands. Her quiver rests on the step behind her and her bow rests against her right side. A measly squirrel sits in front of her. Today's hunt had been one of the worst since arriving here. She hasn't been this empty handed in a while. And whether she admits it or not, the lack of success is starting to eat at her.

She flips the phone over in her hands before finally turning it on. There's a second of hesitation before she finally asks:]

They can turn on you. Or disappear at any moment. So what's the point? Seeking out allies here? Why bother?
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[In the end, she's at least grateful that her memories haven't been affected this time. She knows who she is. Katniss Everdeen. Eighteen Years old. From District 12. The former girl on fire, the former Mockingjay. A Tribute and a Victor who shouldn't be alive today but somehow was. Someone who probably deserved this, deserved to be trapped in someone else's game. A pawn for new Gamemakers to be used for their amusement.

She hates remembering. But it's more comforting than thinking she's someone she's not. A girl with lots of family. Someone who was a little bit of a loner but never alone.

This time, it's her vision that's strange. Not being able to see color, seeing the world in black and white and shades of grey is disconcerting to say the least. Uncomfortable and very unwelcome. But that's not what really grates on her nerves again. What has her scowling at the camera doesn't have anything to do with those changes and everything to do with the pack of small, yipping puppies that won't leave her alone.

She's tried hiding in her room. They appear in her closet. Tried escaping on to the grounds and into the forest. But it doesn't work. She's not Prim. She's not good with animals. Doesn't really care for them as anything but meat.

he stands by the outskirts of the forest, looking utterly displeased at the latest puppy to attempt to wriggle its way into one of her squirrel traps as she reset it. More circle around her boots. The camera pans around them before she he holds up one pup in particular by the scruff of its neck. It yips at the phone and wiggles in her grasp but Katniss ignores it.]

Do these belong to someone, too? Or are they fair game?

[Because these aren't hunting dogs. Clearly. Aside from providing meat or fur, she can't think of any other use for them. For all she can't stand Buttercup, at least he knew how to make himself useful at times. These things? So far, not in the slightest.]
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[The camera flips on to show Beiste already in the midst of a very thorough licking. And it's not a fight, of course-- it's an assault of puppy kisses. The puppy in question is almost too eager to interrupt, but Beiste manages with a soft chuckle to pet her into submission in her lap.]

Seems I've been adopted. Anybody know how crocodile babies and puppies get along? That might be a, uh, problem. Though I 'spose we aren't short of rooms for pets, anyhow, heheh.

[The puppy noses at Beiste's chin, snuffling loudly. She looks down at it with a grin.]

Also, assuming these lil monsters don't disappear, I'll need a name. And Beethoven's cliche. Anybody got any ideas?
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[ now that he can speak without feeling like he's in a boy band, it's time to address the network again. not because he has a lot to say that hasn't already been said. he hopes it has come up before; he hopes that with how many people are in Wonderland, tons of them have broached this topic. but he knows that one person or even a few people can't save everyone, it's impossible to have that many eyes. so, that's where this comes in. that's why there's a shot of a grassy field with some straw dummies in it, stuck into the ground and standing. some of them are covered in fabric to keep them together better, others aren't.

some of you might recognize Percy from the back of his head, but most of you won't. that's not important right away. he's decked out in leather armor from the closet, the same place the dummies came from. it's not as good as the kind he had back in Manhattan, but it does the trick.

he's not angry at Wonderland, he doesn't have a reason to be. not yet. he hasn't been here long enough to suffer what he keeps hearing about from people he wants to protect. terrifying events. events that can kill people, can strip them of their powers, of anything that gives them an edge. so that's why he's going to charge a dummy with a glowing, bronze sword and efficiently hack it to pieces. it's the kind of necessary violence that reminds him of his once upon a time sword fighting mentor. but the point is, he doesn't stop until only ribbons of fabric and straw are left. it's not to show off, it's a demonstration of what he can offer.

So I don't know about the rest of you, but I hate feeling like there's nothing I can do. Like I'm just a piece in someone's stupid game to prove gods know what to gods know who. [ he's facing the camera now and shrugging, Riptide still in hand. ] Maybe I can't change that.

[ maybe i can. ]

But I can change what Wonderland does to people during events. I hope I'm not the first guy to offer, considering I've only been here for about five weeks. You don't have to be powerless. I can teach you to fight. Swords aren't for everyone, but I've got friends who know how to use knives and spears, and sometimes, whatever happens to be around in a crisis. Knowing how to defend yourself isn't always going to save you [ i've seen the best fighters go down ] but it can make a difference, if you're willing to try. I come from a summer camp that specializes in teaching kids of all ages, so if you think it isn't in you, I'm telling you it is.

I know I haven't seen the scary stuff this place can throw at us yet. But I can't keep hearing about it and hoping for the best, because speaking from experience? [ he's just going to stab his sword into the ground now. ] That never works out.

I guess what I'm saying is: you can run in fear and go into hiding alone or you can stand up and we can face it together.

Or [ and the serious face drops, so he can crack a sheepish grin ] uh, we can practice as a hobby. I'm good with that, too.
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[It takes a little bit of time for Lily to sort out the device once she's found it on her person, but she's always been a resourceful girl. She also has the benefit of being raised among Muggles, meaning that Muggle technology isn't exactly foreign to her -- though this seems to be years beyond anything she's had the opportunity to use. At the very least, she finds that it has features in common with both a telephone and a camera, enough to very plainly mark it as useful.

Though it takes some poking and prodding, she manages to open up what she assumes is the audio feed. While it doesn't seem to be directed to any one person in particular -- and if it was, she's not even sure who she would go out of her way to call -- it's very decidedly on, and so she decides to cast a line and see if she gets any bites, figuring it must work like a radio if not a phone.

It's not like she could be any worse off than she is at the moment, right?]

Is anyone out there? I've been up and down these halls the last fifteen minutes. I've never seen so many mirrors in one place.

[Maybe she should try something a little more specific. This place is unmistakably magic in some way, and that means that talking about magic itself can't possibly be off-limits.]

I found myself in the middle of your hedge maze; I think I must have touched some kind of portkey. What's the big idea, dropping people in your garden without warning, anyway? I'd like to find the way back, if you don't mind. I've got school.

[If she misses the train and thus ends up being an absent Head Girl on the first night, so help her.]
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[First, there's just the soft sigh of motherly frustration. It's a noise that Ellen's made more than she's willing to admit. However, the cause isn't human this time. Bright white whiskers brush over the camera. There's an indignant mewl as Ellen moves the Scottish Fold Silver Tabby from the camera.]

Pest. Stop.
Lookin' for some hands. Boys, step up. We're gonna be doin' somethin' we should have done when I first ended up here. We've got the supplies.

We're building a still.

Who's going to help?
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[ allison can't be the only one who is thankful to have her own body back. she can't. which is probably the reason she looks both relieved and absolutely exhausted- those tv shows? not funny. not funny at all. thankfully she had lydia here to keep her from losing her mind. ]

Hey. [ is she ever going to get used to talking to the network at large? probably not. but each time she feels a little less awkward so maybe it's working.] I was talking to some of my friends about this, and figured I'd mention it to everyone else. Just in case anyone's interested.

I'm not a pro or anything, but I know the basics of self-defense. Not all of us have powers here, or anything to help when the events get more...dangerous, and I figured it might help some other people who don't know as much?

[ a smile, a little sheepish. this kind of sounds like she's bragging which she's not, allison just wants to be helpful. especially with if, what they learned during that future event, is true. everyone's going to need to know how to protect themselves, and she's got a lot of free time. ]

I would be cool with giving lessons, private or in groups or whatever. I haven't done anything like this before, but it couldn't hurt, right? Oh, and I'm Allison. [ have a little wave. ] Let me know.


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